CHAPTER 7 Rowan
CHAPTER 7
Rowan
W ith my heart revving like a street bike engine, I gasp and sit up straight, my brain in the middle of a nightmare. I apparently fell asleep on some couch somewhere. I throw off a sweltering blanket.
Wait. I’m not wearing pants. I tug the covers back over me and try to blink the sleep out of my eyes.
Shit. Where am I?
Nothing greets me but unfamiliar white walls and the early dawn. And a bone-deep tiredness.
Then yesterday comes rushing back. Having my car stolen, Wilbur stolen, my phone stolen, and then walking forever until I met—okay, tried to stab—sexy Charlie. And then he fed me and took me home with him. I’m not sure who’s the weirder one here, him or me?
Him, definitely. I’m the picture of mainstream tradition. It’s possible I’m also the picture of a disheveled mess.
I yawn and pad to the bathroom on sore, blistered feet. After taking care of business, I look at myself in the mirror. I have wicked bedhead, but the pink is holding up, and I look cute. That’ll do. I poke around a bit in Charlie’s cabinets, because who doesn’t snoop when they’re at someone else’s house?
He has PrEP, a shaver, deodorant, some kind of hinoki lotion—that must be what smells so nice—hair care products, face cleanser and moisturizer, and some other grooming supplies, all neatly arranged. A few over-the-counter meds, and under the sink there’s a douche bulb in a box, but not much else. He’s very organized.
As I splash water on my face, I think about the way Charlie looked sitting across from me last night at the restaurant, all handsome and worried about me. He doesn’t say much, but he has a way about him. It’s obvious he cares about people, even though if I were to ask him, I’d wager he’d say he doesn’t.
A thrill goes through me. I get to see him again. Is he still in bed? I should join him.
I open the bathroom door to Charlie’s face.
My hand flies to my chest like I’m a maiden from the Victorian age. “Gracious. You frightened me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That feels like an accomplishment, since I don’t think you get frightened very easily, you little menace.”
Charlie is standing here, shirtless, in sweatpants. Light gray sweatpants hang low on his hips—so low that I can read the waistband of his boxer briefs. I may need to take a photo so it will last longer, but it wouldn’t be as good as the real thing. He’s tanner than I am, and he’s got more muscles. What does he do for a living? Something related to his videos? Is it construction work?
He’s watching me look him over, and his eyes heat.
“You know, between the two of us, we’re wearing a complete outfit,” I note.
Some sort of miracle occurs, and Charlie Cooper smiles.
It causes a chain reaction in my body. My chest expands, and then nerves zing through me, energy pulsing across my skin.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he says. “Want coffee?”
I nod and follow him to the basic, clean kitchen, acutely aware that my morning chub is hanging a little below the hem of the shirt I’m wearing—and it’s getting thicker the more I take him in.
Charlie goes to the coffee maker and dumps grounds into the filter, his ass looking so sexy in those sweats. As he fills the carafe with water, I walk over to the cabinet that I guess holds coffee mugs, but I’m wrong.
“Mugs are the next cabinet over,” he says, without looking at me. He pours the water into the machine.
I deliberately go in the opposite direction from where I think he means. How long will it take him to notice me?
“The other side.” I hear a button click, and now I think he’s turned toward me. I wiggle a bit, then stretch to reach the cabinet, and as my shirt rides up, I hear a muffled groan from behind me.
God, it’s fun to tease him. Only I don’t want to be just a tease. I’d be happy to follow through.
“These ones?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
Charlie said he was Han Solo before, and now he’s Han frozen in kryptonite. Carbonite? Jell-O? Whatever the hell it was. I glance down at the front of his sweatpants.
I think he’s noticed me.
Then he clears his throat and seems to come to his senses. He grabs two mugs from the cabinet he’d pointed me to. They’re cool—chunky, handmade pottery, each one different.
“Those are awesome.”
“Thanks.” Charlie pours both of us coffee and hands me one of the mugs.
Does that mean thanks for complimenting his taste? Or did he maybe make them?
I don’t know him well enough to ask. Not that that’s stopped me before.
“Did you sleep okay?” Charlie asks.
Yawning, I nod. “Yeah. Thanks. ”
I turn to Charlie and stretch to put more of my assets on display.
He rolls his eyes, but they don’t go far from looking at my junk.
“Cream?” I ask.
“Are you asking for it?” he mutters.
“Yes, I’d like to get creamed.” I use my most chipper voice.
He goes to the refrigerator to pull out some half-and-half. Our fingers brush as he passes it over, and another shiver rushes through me.
Once our coffees are doctored up, I lean with my forearms on the counter, my ass sticking out, while he has his back to the refrigerator.
C’mon Charlie, look at me.
“How long is your drive today?” I ask over my shoulder.
Charlie spins.
I wiggle my booty.
Charlie wants me. He just needs to admit it.
He clears his throat. “It’d be around six hours if I were leaving from here. From Lancaster, I’m not sure. Anyhow, I need to get a move on. We’ve got a lot to do, with the police report and all.”
“Don’t let me mess up your plans. I can fend for myself.”
He sips his coffee. “It’s fine.” His voice is deeper than usual. Success? “We just can’t dawdle too much. Do you want to take another shower before we leave?”
So I can jerk off to thoughts of him? Or maybe he could join me. I shrug. “I could.” I stand up straight to face him and look down at my bare legs.
“I put your clothes in the dryer when I got up, so they should be done soon.”
“I can just be naked in the meantime.” The idea of Charlie watching me walk around naked makes my dick twitch. Or more than twitch. I’ve never paraded around like that in front of a stranger (or anyone) before, but there’s a first time for everything.
He groans. “Shit, you really are going to kill me. And it’s not going to be with that switchblade of yours. It’s going to be with your ass.”
That wasn’t a no, so I take it as a yes. I strip right there, shrugging off his T-shirt and putting it neatly on the counter.
He doesn’t stop me. And his eyes are like a fiery anime wolf’s. “Menace,” he mutters.
I half expect him to pounce, but he doesn’t. He just watches me, although his hands are clenching and there’s a bulge in his pants. I feel slightly foolish standing there with my dick partly hard. So I give it a stroke, because I might as well make myself feel better if I’m going to be parading around. I stroll down the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Charlie doesn’t follow me, but from his choked noise, I know he can see me sashay.
I smile. I use the toothbrush Charlie gave me and set it in the little cup by the sink, deciding that I’m just going to make myself comfortable here.
I jut my butt out and finish rinsing my mouth, then spit louder than necessary.
Charlie appears in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Like what you see?” The mirror gives me a clear view of the erection tenting his sweats. I wiggle my hips.
“Yeah.” His voice cracks.
That’s enough. I’m taking over.
With two long strides, I get to Charlie and throw my arms around his neck. I tug his face to mine, close my eyes, and kiss him, breathing in his cedar scent. I’ve startled him, obviously, because he stays stock-still for a moment.
But then he clutches me to him, palming my bare ass, and kisses me back like I’ve never been kissed before.
Charlie’s hot tongue clashes with mine. It’s not sweet—he’s murdering me with his lips. He tastes like coffee, and I taste like mint. His stubble scrapes my jaw.
And both of us are getting fully hard fast.
I scratch his chest, clawing at him, needing him to be closer.
The fabric of his sweats feels amazing against my naked dick, and I’m sure I’m getting it damp with my precome. My hands slip into his waistband, so I’m touching his warm skin, and the kiss gets deeper. We’re grabbing at each other. A savage pleasure runs through me as I make him chase my tongue, and then I battle back so hard our teeth clang together.
Charlie’s hands spread my ass, and he thrusts against my dick as I do the same to him. Lust sweeps through me. I can’t get enough of him.
He takes a step forward and slams me into the bathroom wall next to the recessed shower. The painted surface is cool on my bare skin, and I gasp. I open my eyes and can see the mirror behind him. Watch him kissing me. Watch his big frame overpowering me. Those broad shoulders. Those rounded biceps. That tight ass. I try to climb him, scrabbling against him, my nails raking his back. Needing more, more, more.
He reaches down and starts stroking my dick, and my moan echoes in the small space.
This. This is what I’ve been needing. I’m leaking so bad. I didn’t jack off yesterday.
“Didn’t mean to do this,” he mutters against the delicate skin behind my ear. “I was gonna leave you alone. But I want you.”
“I want you, too, sexy,” I pant. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since I met you.”
He chuckles. “Is that what we’re calling assault with a deadly weapon these days?”
“Yep,” I gasp.
“Were you watching me at the bonfire?”
I nod. “I think I picked you because I wanted you.”
“Weird way of showing it.”
I go to lick his neck, but he turns and his tongue slides against mine, swallowing down any more words .
I slide my hands down his back and shove at his pants and underwear. Between the two of us, we get them down and he steps out of them, and I get a quick glimpse of the goodness he’s got going on under his clothes. Damn. I want. But before I can stare too much, he draws me closer so our hard dicks are rubbing directly against each other. He’s bigger than me. Then again, he’s bigger than me everywhere.
Charlie has some moves. The way his hips are undulating—gah. So good. Our height difference doesn’t even matter with how he’s got his legs bent. His strong hands grip me to him, and he’s clutching my ass. I’m clawing at him.
“Dammit, I can’t get enough of you,” I whisper. This time I do manage to lick his neck, up the strong column from his collarbone to his chin. “You can do anything you want to me. Anything.”
He groans and fumbles behind me to turn on the shower. I take a short step to the side, panting, and tilt my head. “What are you thinking?”
“I want lube, and body wash will do.”
I nod like a bobblehead doll, because yes, he is full of good ideas. “Plus we’ll get clean.”
“Yeah, sure. We’ll go with ‘showering with you to get off is an efficient use of time.’” He kisses me harshly. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
That makes me glow inside. His hand on my dick feels perfect. With his other hand, he gently cradles my balls. “You’d better stop that, or I’m going to come too soon,” I warn, grabbing for his dick and loving how it’s a steel pole. A steel pole I want to worship with my mouth. One I want to split me open.
He shoots me a wicked grin that I like very much. Then he sucks on my throat. “Will anyone be pissed if I leave a mark?”
“Fucking do it,” I demand. With good, hard suction, he licks and bites my skin. I keep rutting against his hip and his dick, marking up his skin with my nails.
He manhandles me into the shower once it’s warm, and now we’re kissing under the spray, which he adjusts so it’s not in our faces.
I want to live in this shower. I want to live naked with Charlie.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do, the spray hitting my belly button and erection. He stills, his hands on my waist, his hard dick poking my ass.
“What?” I ask.
“This goddamned tattoo.” His lips trace the ink on my nape, and he licks it, then sucks on it. “Whose baby boy are you?”
“Yours, Daddy.”
“I’m not your fucking daddy. But … you’re definitely a baby boy.” He murmurs something else I don’t catch, then bites the back of my neck—not that gently. It makes my cock twitch harder. The rougher he is, the better, and he seems to know it.
Charlie pumps some body wash onto his hands and coats his hard cock. Then he reaches around and starts stroking me with one slippery hand. As he bites my neck again, he slots his cock between my ass cheeks and thrusts down my crack while he jacks me in time with his movements.
“Oh, god.” I’m in heaven.
Then he shifts, squirting out more body wash and bending his knees so he can fuck into the space between my thighs.
Over and over and over again. His rhythm’s brutal, and his hand is still wrapped around me, strong, warm strokes sending me flying. I hang on as long as I can, letting him pound against me and under my balls, wishing he were inside me but loving how he’s totally lost control. The spray washes away the suds on his hand, but he adds more, focusing on the tip of my cock, the best part. He changes the angle by pulling my hips back, and I let myself come.
Fast. Hard and fast.
“Charlie,” I whine, my brain zapping out as my come hits the tiles.
He ruts into me again, and then he groans and shudders behind me, still licking and sucking my neck .
After a moment, he spins me around and we’re kissing again, less frantic than before. Our spent cocks brush against each other as he pulls me close. I’m panting into his mouth, my entire body feeling alive .
“Fuck, Charlie,” I whisper, and kiss him even harder.
“Yeah. I know, baby.”
Our kisses slow, so we’re now taking long draws from each other, not wanting to separate. His hazel eyes are still heated. Still wanting me. But slightly sated.
After we calm down, we soap up each other’s hair. We don’t do that great of a job of either shampooing or keeping it out of our eyes, but I don’t care. The slight sting is worth it to be this close to him.
We’ve been rubbing together so much I’m half hard again, and so is he, but he has things to do. I, on the other hand, would rather avoid returning to my normal life.
Charlie is the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I’m nowhere near ready to say goodbye to him.
We rinse, and he turns the water off. After one last soul-searing kiss, he gets out of the shower and hands me a fluffy towel.
My eyes are stinging again, and it’s not from the shampoo.
He catches my expression, and a wrinkle forms on his forehead. He tilts up my chin with his finger. “What’s that look for? We didn’t do anything you didn’t want to, did we?”
I bite my lip. “No, I just don’t want this to be over yet.”
His brows shoot up. “Oh. Yeah. Okay.” He leans down and kisses me again, long and deep. “You’re really something else, Rowan.”
“So are you.”
“We’d better get going. I’ll grab your clothes out of the dryer.”
I watch him walk away, a towel around his hips and marks all over his torso from where I scratched him.
I want to do that again .
Please?
Being around me is hazardous to his health. And yet I don’t want to let him go.